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Thursday, March 09, 2006

Random Objects In My Room #1

ROOM! Come into my room.
CHAIR! I sit on the chair.
TABLE! I sit at the table.
TV! Color TV.

Tunes from a past life, man.
My counter. If someone has a better word for whatever kind of twisted window-sill I have, please let me know. Until you contact me, I'm calling it my counter.
And yes, the picture of the singing girl is supposed to be me.
My Dad made the glowing orbs and secretly sneaked them into my room on new years (my late Christmas present). I think I helped him crackle up the pink plastic for the inside without knowing who it was for.
The candles, along with everything else girly in my room, were from Abner, who made it his Christmas project to try to make my room as girly as possible. Other than that, there isn't anything really interesting about this picture except that it's a piece of scenery that I look at EVERY SINGLE DAY. And now I'm sharing it with you.
Here are the books on my counter. Observe the metal stud sticking out of my wall. That connects to gas all the way down the stairs. Yes, folks, I live in a kitchen!!!
And my awsome piggy lighter that blows fire out of his nostrils. PIG THE FIERCE DRAGON.
Niki may observe a sneaky book peeking out above the rest.

For Niki (a random hardcover novel):

The above is a fine specimen of root. My Mom has this campaign of mercy toward half-dead and orphaned plants that she puts in ugly pots or cups and tries to revive by sticking them on my counter to soak up the sun. Such sacrifice, Mom.

A sticky memo on my desk.

The above is my first PNP book; below is a page from it. My 10-year-old handwriting.
My Christmas present from Elaina. A page of eyebrow plucking coupons. This was like...Christmas 2004 I think.

And that's it for this month's installment of "Random Objects In My Room". Tune in next week for...


Blogger lils said...

It's I'm setting the table!!hey, I sang that..haha
Umm which room is this? Idont recall metal bits and a windowsill that big..hmmmm..could that be the little room in the little white house? that's the only one I know of with a big window sill and some silly knobs on the wall.

3/09/2006 8:18 PM  
Blogger Joan said...

ahaha, taking pictures of ur room, kee hee, that is so you.

3/10/2006 1:50 AM  
Blogger crazynik said...

YAY the book I gave you. I feel loved. heh

3/10/2006 1:59 PM  
Anonymous Nina said...

I think u made ur window-sill quite nice, though. I especially dig those glowing orbs! --And the root-specimen made me laugh!

Did u decide to postphone Elaina's "plucky pain" indefinitely? ;)

3/10/2006 2:34 PM  
Blogger Elaina said...

PLease tell me WHY there is a drawing that resembles a male sex organ on the eyebrow coupon.

3/10/2006 3:01 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

I know. I was trying to figure out what it was, I came to the conclusion that it's some kind of screwed-up, upside-down hair folicle.
Nina, I think I availed myself of the privilege once or twice, but I never had to give in the coupons. So I guess you could say either Elaina's present was kind of worthless or that she's always nice, not just at Christmas.
NOW I PLUCK MY OWN EYEBROWS, just for the record. (Wow I feel grown up!)

3/10/2006 5:17 PM  
Blogger lil ninars said...

Hey, I want some glowing orbs too!
Don't know where I'd put them though, because all shelves and "counters" in my room have EMPTY alcoholic bottles on them. Kind of depressing isn't it?

And I think the male sex organ is actually a (failed) attempt at fingers and tweezers.
Or maybe I'm just innocent and artistic... whatever.

3/10/2006 9:36 PM  
Anonymous Nina said...

I think Lil Ninars is right about the drawing; u were in a hurry, weren't u, Elaina? ;)

3/10/2006 10:13 PM  
Anonymous Mary said...

come into my room, look around, theres a bed and a table, with toys on the ground....why werent YOU in those videos florence?

3/12/2006 12:42 PM  
Anonymous mary said...


3/12/2006 12:42 PM  
Blogger Alyx said...

Ooooh which Escada scent do I spy on your windowsill??
I looooove Escada..
Is it sexy graffiti?

3/13/2006 9:18 AM  
Blogger Elaina said...

Oh God. I think Ninars is right.
And I thought it was some kind of careless lapse in my careful puritanical cover. Sweet revelation!!!
I'll have you know that(besides my lack of talent) I'm ACTUALLY a BRILLIANT artist. I'm like THE mother of photorealism.
No, not really.

3/13/2006 3:42 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

HA! i dont know you, but i have that book "Our dear and glorious physician. My grandma left it to me.

4/01/2006 6:25 PM  
Blogger Tommy said...

dear and glorious physician!
oh dear, i didnt know anyone else on earth had that book!
-a stranger (no one you know)

4/10/2006 10:33 AM  

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